She woke up to a sharp pain in her arm. "Ouch!" She cried and looked towards the source: A bee. "Sherlock! One of your bees just stung me!" Sherlock stood on the stairs. "I know! One of the hives broke and all the bees are getting loose."
She shrugged on her bathrobe and ran downstairs. "We need to catch them!"
"I'm not a fool! There are jars and cups in the kitchen, grab a couple and help me." He held a blue mason jar in one hand and a glass cup in his other. She sighed and went to the cabinet, opening it and pulling out a few mugs. "There's one!" She slammed a cup down on it and grabbed another. She heard a crash in the other room. Something crashed down and she could tell he got one by his yell of, "Yes!" She smiled and trapped another one, and another. Soon the had caught all or most of the bees in the house. "Now how do we transport them...Sherlock do we have any coasters?"
~MAGICAL TIME SKIP OF DOOM~
"There." He clapped his hands together and smiled slightly. The hive had been fixed and all the bees were in a new home. Except, it seemed, for one. "Ouch!" Sherlock yelped and Joan laughed at his expression. "Stupid bee."
